I called Charlie, told him we had a death call, and that I’d get the van and meet him at his door.
Two minutes later, we were on our way to the coroner’s office, which was over in Amory by the justice center.
“I want you to meet the coroner, is why I called you,” I said.
“Sure,” he said sleepily. Had he been sleeping? And not tossing and turning like me? The thought annoyed me.
“Having yourself a good sleep?” I asked.
“I always do after good sex,” he replied easily. “Makes me wanna sleep like a baby.”
Touché.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say I had been having trouble sleeping, that I missed him, that I wanted to share my bed with him, wake up next to him, feel him close to me.
I kept my mouth shut.
“I don’t know where you learned to suck dick, but damn,” he added. “As far as I’m concerned, you can suck my dick anytime you want.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“We should do it in one of the caskets.”
“We should…what?”